Where will I be,
if I am at the mercy of greater powers at work?
Oh how easily I could've been the dead children of the Earth.
Yet, here I am, life in my lungs.
Blessed to perceive the world around me.
Why me? Why am I the lucky one? Where am I headed?
One can slip into a life of violence, poverty, or servitude, as swiftly as the seasons change
here in the bayou
Aged skin from the relentless sun as they pace day by day.
Where am I headed? I ask as my eyes follow the median.
Dirt covers the fear in their eyes, as they wonder the same question.
Fear won't give me an answer.
I know that tomorrow I'll wake up,
air in my lungs.
And one day I will know.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 5:16 PM UTC
Where will I be,
if I am at the mercy of greater powers at work?
Oh how easily I could've been the dead children of the Earth.
Yet, here I am, life in my lungs.
Blessed to perceive the world around me.
Why me? Why am I the lucky one? Where am I headed?
One can slip into a life of violence, poverty, or servitude, as swiftly as the seasons change
here in the bayou
Aged skin from the relentless sun as they pace day by day.
Where am I headed? I ask as my eyes follow the median.
Dirt covers the fear in their eyes, as they wonder the same question.
Fear won't give me an answer.
I know that tomorrow I'll wake up,
air in my lungs.
And one day I will know.
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